I’ll start again from year zero

I’ll start again from year zero at last,

I’ll be the land and the seed,

my father and my mother,

I’ll give birth to a daughter

Bare tender strong,

the calm smile,

the clear eyes half-open

looking far away.

I will nourish her, love her,

Take care of her.

There she is already standing,

her hand and mine,

little impatient steps

then she confidently walks.

Now finally

from the towers

of the white palaces,

from the chimneys,

from above

from the open terraces

on the cities,

rivers and forests,

I follow the sky

up where it reaches,

the air goes through me

overcoming a hurdle,

like a stone,

and I breath.

“the end of the route

will be rebirth”

October 14, 2003